Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.